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I Am Pressing On
The closer I get to heaven
Pressing on the upward way,
The less of earth is seen.
Spinning into a new day,
With the cross before me,
And my soul has fully turn,
Baptized in the Holy Spirit,
Walking daily with heart burn,
I put the world behind me.
Pressing on to higher ground,
Climbing above the trees,
I am leaving this old world.
The grief and the bed of fleas,
Forfeit the game of pride,
For more time on my knees,
The mystery of joy cannot hide.
The blessings contained inside,
I count the years as months,
And the month as just a minute,
Counting down the seconds,
And it will be any moment now,
I'll touch the heavenly summit.
poem
by
Gerry Legister
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